11. Chapter Eleven #2
Jason continued to ravage my mouth as Marcos attacked my nipples, sucking on one, while tugging and rolling the other between his fingers.
I was a writhing, moaning mess in the middle of the three of them. My hands gripped the opening of Marcos’s leather cut, holding him against me. I didn’t even give a damn that I was in the middle of a bar and anyone and everyone could be watching—in fact that turned me on more.
I broke the kiss with Jason, gasping for air.
“I wanna take you home, tie you to my bed, and never let you leave.” Marcos growled.
“So do it,” I dared, meeting his dark gaze. It was now or never . I decided right then in there, that I wanted more from them. Tomorrow when I was sober, I would lay down the ground rules, but tonight… tonight I wanted to play.
“Darlin, you have to know what you’re getting yourself into, before we go down that road.” Jason spoke soft, near my ear.
“We play for keeps, Little Dreamer,” Nico said into my other ear. “You come home with us tonight, that means you’re ours, we don’t fuck around. So make sure you’re clear in your decision. There’s no ‘I don’t know’ this time around.”
A breathy whimper left my lips. “Like forever?” I was dumbfounded.
“Forever and ever, Mi Vida ,” Marcos murmured before he captured my mouth. His kiss was slow and sensual as he pushed his hips against my core. Nico’s hands were still on my thighs, holding me open. Jason’s hand was still in my hair, holding my head in place.
My body quivered with need as I wrapped my legs around Marcos’s hips and gripped his cut to hold him in place .
Marcos groaned into my mouth as Nico’s hands slid between us. My dress was hiked further up my hips, and my lacy thong was pulled to the side before Nico’s fingers were gliding through my slick folds.
I was a mess already, the scrap of lace did nothing to soak up my juices as they coated my thighs, pooling on the leather barstool beneath me. I had a vague thought that I hoped my friends were all gone, so they didn’t see me slutting it up with three men in front of everyone.
Marcos’s mouth was relentless. Every time I tried to break the kiss and come up for air, Jason’s fist tightened in my hair.
Nico’s mouth latched onto the side my neck and sucked in deep, while his fingers toyed with my cunt.
Jason leaned down and kissed along my jaw, until he found a place just behind my ear that drove me wild.
I bucked against Marcos, moaning loudly as Nico slid two fingers inside me.
Marcos drank in my moans as he ground his cock against me.
“Should he fuck you right now? Right here? Should I open his fly and guide his cock into you?” Nico whispered into my ear.
I moaned again, trying to break the kiss with Marcos. I was breathing hard, my chest heaved, and still Jason’s hand held my head in place, while Marcos continued to fuck my mouth with his tongue. His fingers tugging painfully on my nipples .
Jason’s other hand slid over my tits, brushing over Marcos’s hand before his hand skated up my chest to wrap around my neck. His grip tightened around my throat as he yanked my hair, pulling my head back.
I huffed, my chest heaving as I sucked in lungful’s of air before Jason’s hand tightened around my throat.
“What’s it going to be, darlin’? You comin’ home with us?” His gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine and I didn’t even try to muffle my moan at how it made my fucking cunt clench around Nico’s fingers.
Nico’s other fingers circled my clit.
Jason’s hand tightened further around my throat.
Marcos pinched and tugged on my nipples.
“Yesss!” I came so violently, I would have jackknifed off the chair, if it weren’t for the three men holding me in place. My loud moan was quickly silenced as Jason sucked my tongue into his mouth and squeezed my neck tighter.
I was floating, fucking high as a kite, as my orgasm rocked my body. Pleasure rolled over me, tears pouring down my face as I sobbed into Jason’s kiss, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Shh, Little Dreamer,” Nico murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We’ve got you.”
Marcos eased off my nipples, massaging my swollen buds instead of torturing them .
Jason’s grip on my neck loosened and turned into a gentle caress as his thumb smooth circles against my overheated skin.
Nico slowly pulled his fingers from my cunt, and I shivered as cool air hit my bare pussy.
Jason slowed our kiss to a lazy battle of tongues, as the hand in my hair gently let go of my curls.
“So fucking hot,” Marco muttered.
“Mmmhmm,” Jason murmured against my lips. He pulled away slightly, pressing a chaste and gentle kiss to my mouth, before he stepped back.
My eyes fluttered open to take in the scene around me.
I was still in the middle of the bar, but the three of them blocked me mostly from view.
The bar was to my right, and thankfully the bartender was occupied further down the bar, and didn’t seem to have seen me in the throes of passion as it were.
My heart began to race, as panic rose within me.
“Shh, Mi Vida . We’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen. No one saw a thing,” Marcos spoke softly.
“Let’s go home,” Jason suggested. He glanced around, and for the first time, I noticed a wall of leather clad bikers between my three men and the rest of the bar. A wall of Devil’s Psychos patches greeted me, as their backs kept me from seeing out to the barroom beyond them.
Nico and Marcos made quick work of tugging my thong back into place and smoothing down my dress.
They pieced me back together while Jason nuzzled my throat.
“You were so good for us, baby.” Butterflies fluttered in my belly as his nose rubbed against my neck.
“We’re going to take you home and never let you go. ”
“Come on,” Marcos said, before I could even think about what was happening. He helped me slide off the barstool before he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. Turning away from me, he tapped the biker in front of him, and the man moved forward.
As one, the crowd of bikers around us moved forward, keeping pace with Marcos, Jason, Nico, and I as we walked toward the back of the bar to the exit.
The wall of bikers protected me from prying eyes of those in the bar, and from making even more of a spectacle of myself, as I could feel the wet spot soaked into the back of my dress from where my fluids had pooled on the bar stool.
I was an utterly fucked mess. And I loved every fucking minute of it.
Shivering slightly as the cool air hit my overheated skin. Jason pressed in behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “How’d you get here?” he asked, voice low.
“Ride-share,” I mumbled, feeling drunk and tired, and utterly blissful.
“Ever ride a motorcycle before?” Nico asked, chuckling to my right.
I shook my head minutely. “Never. ”
“This isn’t the time for your first ride,” Marcos said gently. “Not tonight.” Just as he spoke the words, a beat up old pick-up truck pulled up behind the bar.
I pouted slightly, but was grateful for the truck. I was too unsteady on my feet, too fucking out of it still, to fucking balance on the back of a motorcycle. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.
“Come on, Mi Vida . Let’s get you home.”